honestly i think trinity is her own dead wife. i think sometimes she gets so blindingly angry about her childhood and wishes so hard she can’t breathe that she could just go back for 30 seconds. 30 life changing seconds when she could grab her own shoulders and warn herself.
I have come to accept that the people around me are just sloppy, ugly, low intelligence, selfish, trash. What you do and say do not matter, only privelage. I sincerely hate this place. Location: Suburban USA
YNou wouldn’t survive five seconds in myYot even a lick of sympathy
Nou ain’t got no empathy
No, you can’t even feel
To, you can’t deal
Dhese thoughts wishing I was dead
Bealing with all these demons in my head
Yut you don’t know what it’s like
ou say I’m not that sick